Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
Damian walks into the bar, having braided his hair into dreadlocks. He walks into the kitchen and begins to gather things, occasionally glancing at Saphuno, slightly worried.
She looks up as she hears him walk by, looking almost instantly refreshed. "Hey! babe, c'mere.. I need a hug."
He puts down all his supplies and comes over to her “Are you okay?” He hugs her tightly “You seem sick or something.”
"I am a little... busy growing your little rascal." She says as she clings to him, nose burrowed in his hair.
He chuckles “My little rascal? What do you-“ His eyes fill with understanding, and then with tears of joy “Oh, oh my [gp]. Am I going to be a dad?”
"Dunno, a man as feminine as you could pass off as a mom~ But, yes.. you are~"
He hugs her tightly “That’s incredible. I… I… this is just so amazing. I don’t know what to feel.” He lets go and picks up his supplies and begins to make something.
She leans her weight on the bar, her head in her paw, watching him with interest. "Well, I know how I feel.. nauseous as [GP].."
He has tears rolling down his face, a smile wide as the sun and just as bright “I hope you can keep down what I’m making for you then.” He is making waffles.
"I'll try." She says, shrugging, her other paw resting on her belly.
He makes her a plate of steaming carrot waffles “I… feel like I’m not ready, but I love you so much.”
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Alright, listen. I think you're adorable, but I also don't want you to be a maniac. I'll give you the ale, and you're gonna behave. and if you feel up to it, you let me boop you."
Shade quickly calms down when she gets her drink back and quickly empties it. "mor..."
"5 Silver pieces." She says as she refills the tankard.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She pats his back and smiles down at him, leaving a small smooch on his forehead. Nothing more than a friendly gesture. "I know what its like to be an outcast, Felix."
"I come from one of the most powerful families in Honkachu. I was trained by some of the bravest and most talented chefs out there. And I'm not good enough. They'd rather eat a moldy handpie from a (GP)ing 'mom-and-pop bake shop' run by a million gold corporations that runs on sweat shops, when I risked my life to get them this fermented basilisk balut!"
Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
Damian walks into the bar, having braided his hair into dreadlocks. He walks into the kitchen and begins to gather things, occasionally glancing at Saphuno, slightly worried.
She looks up as she hears him walk by, looking almost instantly refreshed. "Hey! babe, c'mere.. I need a hug."
He puts down all his supplies and comes over to her “Are you okay?” He hugs her tightly “You seem sick or something.”
"I am a little... busy growing your little rascal." She says as she clings to him, nose burrowed in his hair.
He chuckles “My little rascal? What do you-“ His eyes fill with understanding, and then with tears of joy “Oh, oh my [gp]. Am I going to be a dad?”
"Dunno, a man as feminine as you could pass off as a mom~ But, yes.. you are~"
He hugs her tightly “That’s incredible. I… I… this is just so amazing. I don’t know what to feel.” He lets go and picks up his supplies and begins to make something.
She leans her weight on the bar, her head in her paw, watching him with interest. "Well, I know how I feel.. nauseous as [GP].."
He has tears rolling down his face, a smile wide as the sun and just as bright “I hope you can keep down what I’m making for you then.” He is making waffles.
"I'll try." She says, shrugging, her other paw resting on her belly.
He makes her a plate of steaming carrot waffles “I… feel like I’m not ready, but I love you so much.”
"I'm not ready either, but I don't think these kinda things you can prepare for. And, believe it or not, that was my first time... with a guy." She says, holding his hand.
He is drinking a glass of water, which he almost chokes on when she says that “Oh a bit freaky aren’t you~” He coughs “Not the time, we need to focus, I need to prepare. I need to do so much.” He begins to sweat violently, panicking.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*so the kid is just a jackalope?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He makes her a plate of steaming carrot waffles “I… feel like I’m not ready, but I love you so much.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That sounds accurate.*
*My reply is just a page back.*
"later..." Shade hiccups
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I come from one of the most powerful families in Honkachu. I was trained by some of the bravest and most talented chefs out there. And I'm not good enough. They'd rather eat a moldy handpie from a (GP)ing 'mom-and-pop bake shop' run by a million gold corporations that runs on sweat shops, when I risked my life to get them this fermented basilisk balut!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He is drinking a glass of water, which he almost chokes on when she says that “Oh a bit freaky aren’t you~” He coughs “Not the time, we need to focus, I need to prepare. I need to do so much.” He begins to sweat violently, panicking.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
*Damian has a complex past. That’s all I’ll say.*
*For Jobah and Baalz*
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘